People have always interested me. I don't mean my friends are interesting, though a couple of them are. What I'm talking about is people you know well enough to think you understand them, but later find out they have another side to their personality.
When I was growing up, people were just people. Some I liked and some I didn't, but all the people I knew were just how they were. In the naiveté of youth, I didn't look deeper into anybody. I just assumed the face they presented to the world was the face they took to bed each night. When I started college, I still hadn't learned to see deeper than the surface, but though I didn't know it, that was about to change.
It was during my first semester of college that I began to understand that all people have two personalities -- the personality they show to the world and the personality they keep hidden from most. It was in my freshman analytic geometry class I first became aware of this fact.
At that time, very few women ventured into the sciences and engineering. They seemed to prefer the arts and education programs. In my freshman engineering class, there were only four women out of the thousand plus class. As one might expect, they didn't really have to look for dates even though they weren't especially good looking women.
As I was still rather shy, I never attempted to ask one of them out. In fact, it wasn't until half way through the semester I ever dated a girl and even then, it didn't start out as a date.
Janice wasn't an Engineering major. She was a Math major, which was even odder than if she'd been in Engineering, but then, Janice was pretty odd herself. She always looked like she got out of bed every morning, grabbed whatever clothing was handy, and went to class. Most of the time, that was loose jeans and an even looser T-shirt with black high-top tennis shoes.
Janice wore black plastic framed glasses with lenses so thick they kept sliding down her nose and she was always pushing them back up. They'd slip back down a few seconds later, so all through the class I had with her she kept stabbing at her glasses with her index finger. Her dark brown hair was cut short and I figured that was so she didn't have to do much with it. She didn't seem to, anyway. Usually she pulled it back in a ponytail, but because it was so short, it looked more like the tail feathers on a duck's ass sticking straight out of the back of her head.
I figured Janice was one of those people who are so smart they forget about everything except thinking. I was surprised when after class that October day, Janice stopped me in the hall outside the classroom.
"Tim, you seem to understand cardioids but I'm having trouble understanding Professor Patel for some reason. Is there some way you could sit down with me and explain how the equations work?"
It didn't surprise me that she had trouble with Professor Patel. He spoke pretty good English, but his Indian accent was so thick it often didn't sound like English at all. I didn't really want to, but I'd been raised to help people when they needed help.
"Yeah, I suppose I could do that. When and where?"
Janice smiled.
"Let's meet here at the math building tonight, about six. They don't close it up until ten, so we should have plenty of time."
At six that night, I walked up the steps to the math building and found Janice standing just inside the door waiting for me. When we went inside, Janice led the way to the stairway.
"Let's go up to the second floor. Nobody ever goes up there at night. They're too lazy to climb the stairs."
I didn't know why it was so important to Janice that nobody else was around, but I followed her up the stairs.
About half-way up to the second floor I started noticing that Janice had a really nice ass. Like I said, her jeans were baggy, but when she climbed those stairs, they tightened up on her ass with every step. A couple of times, her T-shirt sort of fell away from her body and I could see the cups of her white bra. They looked pretty neat too. I thought maybe if this went OK, I'd ask her out some weekend.
We got to the second floor and Janice led us down the hall to a classroom. She looked inside, then looked at me and smiled.
"It's empty just like I thought it would be. Let's go inside so you can teach me about cardioids."
The classroom didn't have the standard chair-desks like most did. Instead, it had tables arranged in rows with ordinary chairs. Janice sat down at a table and then pulled out the chair beside her and patted the seat. I sat down, opened my analytic geometry book and started explaining cardioid equations and how the different variables affected the shape of the graph when you plugged numbers into the equation.
About two minutes after I started, Janice put her hand on my thigh. I looked at her and she grinned.
"Wanna have some fun?"
"I thought you wanted me to explain cardioids?"
Janice move her hand up to my fly and then shook her head.
"Nah, that was just an excuse to get you alone with me."
"So you want to have sex...right here?"
Janice grinned again.
"Oh God no. I'm still a virgin. Mom would kill me if she knew I'd screwed a guy before I was married to him."
"Well, then what did you have in mind as far as fun?"
Janice stroked my cock through my fly.
"I'll suck your dick for you. I swallow too."
Well, that was a shock. Guys had talked about a girl sucking their cock in high school, but as far as I knew, that's all it was, just talk. Jack had told me he tried to get Mary to do it, but she slapped him and said she'd probably throw up.
"You really want to do that?"
I felt Janice undoing my belt buckle then.
"Oh yeah. I love sucking dicks."
I was going to ask her how many she'd sucked, but when she pulled down my zipper and then grabbed my cock through my underwear, that sort of took away my ability to talk.
"Move your chair out so I can get to you", she whispered.
As soon as I did, Janice knelt in front of me and grabbed the waistband of my jeans.
"Lift your butt up so I can get these off."
Once she had my jeans down to my knees, she pulled my underwear down with them, then laid her glasses on the table and picked up my cock.
"Just relax and let me do everything."
I relaxed for all of about three seconds. That's how long it took Janice to wrap her lips around my cock head and suck it gently. I'd never had my cock get so hard so fast in my life.
It was new to me, so it didn't take Janice very long to have me humping her face. When I groaned, she pulled her mouth off my cock and giggled.
"Like this, do you?"
"Wow."
Janice smiled.
"Wait until I won't let you cum a couple times."
"I don't think you can stop that from happening."
Janice grinned.
"Just wait and see."
Well, that was the third surprise of the night. Janice was stroking my cock and sucking it and licking the underside when I started humping her face again. She let me go until I was almost ready to cum, then stopped and squeezed the base of my cock.
That stopped me from cumming, but it didn't take away much of the feeling that I was going to. She let me calm down a little, then started jacking me and sucking my cock again.
The second time she did that, I whimpered because it felt like my cock was going to explode. Janice just chuckled.
"See, I told you you'd like it".
When she started sucking my cock again, that same feeling came back after only a few seconds. Janice didn't stop this time. She licked the underside of my cock head and jacked me until I was humping her face again, and then started sliding her mouth up and down over my cock. I looked down and saw Janice looking at my face. She winked one eye at me, and then I saw her cheeks pull in.
That did it for me. I groaned as the first spurt of cum raced up my cock and into Janice' mouth. I groaned again then because she had my cock most of the way into her throat, and when she started swallowing, that was doing some fantastic things to my cock head.
Janice didn't stop until I was gasping for breath. She swallowed one more time, then pulled off my cock and licked her lips. I jerked when she used two fingers to strip up the length of my shaft. When she licked off the dribble that came out of the tip, I shuddered because my cock head was so sensitive.
Janice looked up at me and grinned.
"That wasn't so bad, now was it?"
I forgot to watch my language then.
"Oh fuck. That's the best thing I've ever felt."
Janice just grinned again as she put on her glasses.
"Hearing you say fuck makes me want to suck your dick again, but I have to get back to the dorm to study. We can do this again tomorrow night if you want though."
That's about how the rest of the semester went. It wasn't every night, but it was all the nights we had class together.
The odd thing was Janice never said anything to me during or after class. It was like she didn't know me at all. I couldn't understand that until I figured out Janice didn't want anybody to notice her unless she wanted them to, like when she wanted to blow me. On those days, she'd stop me after class, grin, and say "I need help again. Math building at six OK with you?"
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I didn't see Janice after that semester ended. I did look for her, but I guess either our schedules didn't coincide anywhere or she'd transferred to another college.
I met Roxy instead, and Roxy turned out to be just as interesting as Janice.
Roxy was in an art class I took as an elective. Why the College of Engineering thought it was necessary for engineers to learn something about fine arts was beyond me, but I had three classes that fit my schedule that semester - that art class, a class in literature, or a class in music theory. I liked music, but I didn't really want to analyze it, and I figured literature would just mean more reading on top of what I already had to read, so I registered for the art class.
It wasn't an art class for artists. The College of Art had their own classes where students drew or painted pictures of naked people and bowls of fruit, or made sculptures out of clay and papier-mâché.
This was a class where we tore up colored paper and pasted it onto another paper with rubber cement to make abstract designs. The class was full of girls studying to be home-economics teachers. There was one other guy, but after I met him, we didn't associate much. He was a music major, and as we used to say back in high school, he was pretty light in the loafers.
Roxy was a tiny little blonde without much in the way of breasts or an ass. I probably wouldn't have noticed her if she hadn't sat at the table beside me twice a week. Over the weeks of tearing up paper and gluing it down with rubber cement, we sort of became friends.
Roxy liked helping me. She'd look at how I'd laid down my ripped up paper before gluing it, and she'd say something like "You have too much blue. Use some yellow", or "This shape looks wrong. It needs to be longer and thinner". I didn't mind Roxy doing that because I had no idea what the hell I was doing anyway and she was getting better grades than I was.
One day, Roxy was reaching for her rubber cement, got off balance, and started to fall off her stool in my direction. When I caught her, I caught her under the arms and on the way to doing that, my hand brushed over her right breast.
Roxy got back on her feet and then blushed.
"Sorry about that, but thanks for catching me...and the other thing."
"What other thing?"
"I can't tell you now. I'll tell you after class if you still want to know."
Well, if I hadn't wanted to know what the other thing was before, I sure did after she said that.
I walked down the hall with Roxy after class, but she didn't say anything until we got outside the building. Roxy pointed to a bench at the side of the entrance.
"Let's go sit over there, and I'll tell you about the other thing."
Right after we sat down, Roxy blushed bright pink and then smiled.
